I don't like it.
But if that were all I were thinking about, this would be a short blog post. I really don't like it.
And so I find myself learning it anyway. Isn't it funny how life works that way?
If you spoke with anyone who knows me and who has had sustained interactions with me, I tend not to think this is a word often used to describe me. I am many things, but I am not always the most patient person. Once, when my mom told me she thought me to be patient, I questioned her realization she was speaking to the right child. She then told me about specific ways in which she thought I'd been patient and I said, oh, ok, I guess that's true. But here's the thing: none of those specific ways involved people.
So okay, I think, I'm good at being patient with things, but I'm unsure that's a helpful form of patience to have.
There's no need to go into any detail, but I'm learning more patience with people--with myself and with other people. And I hate it, because you know how you end up learning more patience? Any patience that you innately have gets tried. And tried. And then tried some more. Ergo the hate.
And then what happens is that I find myself struggling to have patience with the process of gaining patience, which just adds insult to injury...but maybe helps with the whole process (even if it seems mean and meta.)